Chapter Twenty-Five
Felicia's Point Of View
The moon was high and watchful as I sat at the edge of the camp, sharpening my blade though it needed no sharpening. Just for the comfort of the sound. Steel against stone. A rhythm that kept my thoughts from unraveling.
Alvaro's words from earlier still echoed in the clearing. His promises, his fire. I should have felt steadied by them as the rest of the pack clearly did. But unease gnawed at me, worse with every passing hour.
Not because of Alvaro.
Because of her.
Evangeline stood among the warriors on the far side of the camp, silver hair catching the torchlight, her lips curved in that unreadable dangerous smile. Every time she looked at me I felt it. Something sharp and binding. Something that tasted like fate but sat in my chest like
